So God Made A Mother Novels & Stories

“What's not said is the beginning and the end. What happened to cause the war and what happened after. It is said that when the goddess first arrived here she found herself to be lonely so she created her children using the shifter community but even though that's kind of true it is not the entire truth. When the moon goddess arrived she walked this earth and its heavens alone. She, like any woman, found herself longing for a companion ship. One day she had, had enough of being alone and she used a part of herself to create a mate. She used the essence of her mind, body and soul creating her perfect mate. This created the very first mate bond. At first they lived happily together. They had

God mom is an unusual woman I came to realise. I realised that here is my beloved mother who is incarnation of Rati(Wife of Kamdeo, God of love and passion in Hindu Theology) herself . Her body was everything man ever dreamt of. Soft flowing curves, tall stout legs, shapely breasts and wide pitcher like arse, well what more a man can ask for, best was her prominent mound, which I hadn't seen even in those p**n sites. Her midriff was fleshy, bulging and drooping a little but not ungainly so, it rather gave her form a matronly appeal.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

"Be that as it may, son, the bible tells us in Deuteronomy 27:20 that 'cursed is anyone who has sexual intercourse with his father's wife.' Son, I, uh, don't want you to be cursed." Mom bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes when I slipped a finger into her soaked snatch. She yelped when I grabbed a handful of her tan globes. "What does the bible tell us about a fuckin' rockin' rack? You saw 'em. You haven't been able to take your eyes off of 'em! Aren't they incredible?" "Yes, they're magnificent." His words caught all three by surprise. "I, uh, mean, um, they were molded by God's hands. So, yes, of course, they're perfect in His eyes."

“However, who is the person that cursed me? You said you knew who did it. I assume it was one of the gods.” “Who was it?” I couldn't promise what I would do to that god but if I ever had the chance to meet it, I would make sure I am remembered. “Do you know the story of your mother?” Silver kept on tying the end edges of the thread. “Your mother was born from an abominable relationship between a goddess and a common beta. As you would expect, she was hated and vilified by all as a curse and abomination.” “It seems your family has a thing for cursing children. Your mother was cursed, so where are you?”

A soft sob caught in my throat as I tried to shove the emotions away, trying to squash the hope that had built through the night after my conversation with Lacey. My mother backed up. She rested her hands on each side of my face, looking into my eyes. “I know it seems impossible right now, darling, but the goddess doesn’t make mistakes. And clearly, this was two goddesses working together. How could they both be wrong?” my mother said. Her voice shook slightly. She knew the trouble this would bring as well as any of us, but she was still telling me to go for it anyway. “Mom, you know as well as I do, it doesn’t matter if they are right or wrong.”

It won't take us anywhere-. — Our ancient legends say that she was the first woman in this world — Arina says. —She fell from the sky and created everything that exists. — Don't you have other gods? — No. There is only her. The Primal Mother. — It's not like that in Agreis — Azerai insists. — They have gods for everything. Even gods who were once mortal. No Mother Goddess is mentioned among them. — We are not like men from the continent — my Sister sounds harsh.

Most women couldn't help but scream in agony. "So… Was my grandma that messenger?" This was even harder to believe than I had imagined. "From what I know, your grandmother was the second-generation messenger of the God of Fertility in your family." "Second-generation? Who was the first?" "Your mother." "What?" Holly continued, "Your mother was the first-generation messenger before giving birth to you. Due to excessive strain on her body, she died during childbirth. Afterward, the God of Fertility took your father hostage, forcing your grandmother to become the new messenger."

Dotun says, “I believe there is nothing Almighty can not do, he that created Heaven and earth and also created me and you, and he that separated skies and the ground, and made us walked on the ground, I believe that the Almighty Creator can do It for us, he will surely make us a proud parents,” Deja said, and Dotun held her and kissed her,

Biting my trembling lower lip, I clenched the vanity table tightly with my hands. "It's not my fault I look like this," I muttered as my mother approached me. "I never made this deal with the goddess." I choked on a sob as tears streamed down my cheeks. Blinking away the tears, my mother touched my shoulder and turned me to face her. "It's not your fault, darling," she said softly. "But you need to trust the goddess." "Trust?" I scoffed, unable to control my frustration. "She knows what she's doing, and I'm sure she'll give you a second chance, mate, soon. Trust..."